Remembering Our Past

Each and every year I often reflect on the hard enduring life that my Dad had as a youngster growing up in Big River giving my Brother and two Sister the life he was unable to have.

Growing up in a Military Family living at various bases we were extremely fortunate to having a life that today’s youth would never understand.

From Dad’s first posting in Fort Churchill, to Trenton to Comox with Dad being stationed in Cairo from 57 to 58 which wasn’t easy for Mom who kept us in tune managing to send cookies to Dad stationed with the UN Piece Keeping Force in Egypt.

We were taught how to honor and respect the older generation regardless of their background and if we listened and engaged them in conversation we understood how life has changed.

Mom and Dad gave us the best life we could have and growing up we never had things we wanted but we understood the reasons why?

Dad retired after 33 years of service seldom talked about the War remembering the only thing Dad ever told me when I asked about the War was that it was ugly and that he went to War to give us the Freedom that we enjoy today.

Personally; I not only think about Dad on November 11th, but year round and keeping his memory alive lives within me.